"Second Miss, what's wrong with you? Don't scare the old slave! The mother-in-law who spoke just now pushed away Shang Zhaoyi, who was standing next to her, squatted down, and looked at Shang Huatong who was rubbing her legs worriedly.

"Mama Li, I'm fine, but I'm a little tired from walking, so I stopped and rested for a while." Shang Huatong smiled slightly, everyone only thought that Shang Huatong was very beautiful, but only Shang Zhaoyi flashed a trace of indifference in his concerned eyes.

"Painting? What's wrong with you? Just when Shang Zhaoyi was thinking about when his father would notice this, a voice of concern came from above, and as soon as Shang Zhaoyi looked up, he saw his father running towards them with an anxious face, and the concern in his eyes was something Shang Zhaoyi had never seen before.

"Daddy, Huatong's calf hurts so much." Shang Huatong watched the man come down and walked to her side, her eyes instantly turned red, and she said coquettishly with an aggrieved voice, this is simply a sick beauty who is alive and well, how can it not make people feel distressed?

"What's wrong? Is it painful? The man's thick palms were at a loss at this moment, he didn't know where to put them, just dangling back and forth in front of Shang Huatong's calves, but he didn't know how to help Shang Huatong relieve the pain, and fine sweat broke out on his face because he was in a hurry.

"Daddy...... Huatong is much better now, don't delay Daddy Fusang's time because of Huatong, I can stand up! Shang Huatong gently wiped the fine sweat on the man's forehead, a pair of eyes that were already red were now all strong, and she struggled to stand up, but in vain.

"Alas, the second miss will always be so strong." Mama Li, who was next to her, looked at Shang Huatong's appearance and couldn't help but start sobbing.

The man looked at Shang Huatong who was still trying to stand up in front of him, and a pair of big hands directly hugged Shang Huatong, and when he picked it up, he said in a doting tone: "My daughter is strong!" Today's mountain, help you for the Father! ”

"Thank you...... Thank you Daddy! Shang Huatong's slightly crying voice reached everyone's ears, aggrieved but strong, after the man glanced at his daughter with pity, he hugged her directly and left, from beginning to end, he never looked at Shang Zhaoyi standing on the side.

Shang Zhaoyi watched with a smile on the side as the man took Shang Huatong away, without a trace of emotional ups and downs on his face, and even the smile in his eyes gradually turned into coldness.

"Miss...... Time to go. Si'er looked at Shang Zhaoyi with a sad face, and her voice was full of concern.

Shang Zhaoyi didn't speak, just lifted the hem of her skirt and followed slowly, but when Yu Guang occasionally glanced at the family in front of her, her heart would throb, and nothing else, she slowly raised her hand and touched the position of her heart, and sighed, originally thought that it was no longer painful, but now it still hurts faintly.

"Miss, the slave has always been there." Si'er saw Shang Zhaoyi's movements, and said in a cheerful tone, as if she wanted to ease the atmosphere.

Shang Zhaoyi turned her head to look at the smile on Si'er's face, and she also smiled: "Yes, our Si'er is a very cute girl. ”

Si'er looked at Shang Zhaoyi's smile, and suddenly thought of what his wife often said at that time: "Yes, Zhaoyi of our family has always been a very smart girl. Si'er couldn't help but feel sad.

Shang Zhaoyi looked at Si'er's dull appearance, she stretched out her slender fingers, gently flicked on Si'er's head, and said with a smile: "What do you think, so distracted, we are almost there." ”

Si'er hurriedly retracted her emotions, looked at Shang Zhaoyi with a smile, and after Si'er and Shang Zhaoyi looked at each other and smiled, they walked towards the top step by step with very decent steps.

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After about three moments, the group finally went up to the top of the mountain.

Shang Zhaoyi looked up at the Chengshan Temple at the top of the mountain, and felt a little stunned, the Chengshan Temple was on the cliff, it could be said that only the road they came up was the only way to pass, and the other sides were steep cliffs.

Chengshan Temple looks like it towers into the sky from below, inexplicably giving people a sense of coercion, but when you get closer, Chengshan Temple gives people a different feeling, its building stakes have been eroded by time, the skin has fallen off, it looks very old, but it does not affect the majesty of this temple at all, as well as a steady stream of incense, Shang Zhaoyi looked at this temple, and smiled faintly.

"General Shang! I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing recently? Shang Zhaoyi was looking at Chengshan Temple and was distracted, when he heard a gentle voice coming from the side.

Shang Zhaoyi took her eyes off the majestic temple and put it on the person who came, she frowned slightly, she had an impression of this person.

The man who came was the prime minister of the dynasty, and he was the king of difficulty. He is more than Chinese New Year's Eve today, but this man is not as sophisticated as he imagined, and the baptism of the years does not seem to have shed any traces on his face, and he stands in front of the temple wearing an official hat, showing his aristocratic temperament.

He was dressed in a dark red court uniform, which made the person who had just passed the year of standing look extraordinarily calm and introverted, and an embroidered flying crane flying in the sky on his chest had proved his identity, the jade pendant on his waist was as delicate as clotted fat, and the official boots under his feet were exceptionally clean because they were not contaminated with dust.

"Miss, do you know the latest news?" Si'er stretched out her hand and pulled Shang Zhaoyi's skirt sleeve worriedly, she said in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Shang Zhaoyi looked at the two people in front of him, put his eyes away, and lowered his head again.

"I heard that the Prime Minister's Mansion is going to marry our General's Mansion." Si'er's little head looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one, she leaned into Shang Zhaoyi's ear and said cautiously.

Shang Zhaoyi's eyebrows frowned slightly, the general's mansion and the prime minister's mansion were married, wouldn't it be that Chen Guo's literature and martial arts were united, and the royal family would definitely not stand idly by in such a marriage.

"I hope that if you really get married, Miss, will you marry into the Prime Minister's Mansion much better than you are now?" Si'er pursed her lips and whispered, but there was still a hint of resentment in her tone.